Ladybird, Ladybird

The train from Waterloo was almost empty but I couldn’t read. I stared at curtained windows flickering past, gaps showing the light of occupants living their own lives. I closed my eyes, lulled by the dull thrum of rails on track. I was looking for more than sex, I wanted someone to love and laugh with. Ladybird, Ladybird; she’d known what I did when I said I was an entomologist. She said, ‘No wonder you came to find me.’